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We’re Not Friends

“I don’t fuck my friends,” she said.

“If you’re not fucking your friends, then who the hell do you fuck? I mean, come on. Do you fuck people you don’t like? What’s the point of that?”

I won’t say I was mansplaining, but I was feeling self-righteous. My friends are cute and friendly and if we didn’t fuck each other we wouldn’t know what to do with ourselves. And that old myth about how sex always ruins a friendship has been put to bed a thousand times without its supper. We can play and laugh and fuck all night long and still not be awkward in the morning because we’re adults. We’ve old enough to know that fucking your friends is, in fact, one of the twelve great joys in life.

“Do you really want to know?” she asked, climbing onto my lap. I smiled, but nodded, since I was pretty damn sure I already knew what she was going to say. She was normal and that always came with the same answer.

“Sure,” I told her. “Enlighten me.”

“Last week, for example,” she said, letting her weight rest on me, “I fucked my dog walker. He came by to pick up the little guy, and I pulled him onto my bed, took him into my mouth, and then slid his beautiful cock inside me all before breakfast. And now, for the next three months, the dear boy is going to walk my dog for free.”

“Well, I guess that makes sense,” I said, wondering if it did, in fact, make sense. She leaned in closer.

“A month ago, at my sister’s wedding, I fucked her new father-in-law during the reception.” He lips were against my ear and I found myself less sure than I had been only moments before. “He grabbed my ass while dancing and when we stepped around back for a cigarette he bent me over the limo, lifted my dress, and made me beg for it. I called him Daddy as he fucked me, and I came in under three minutes.”

“Jesus, that’s a lot,” I said, feeling myself growing hard. I put my hands on her hips and felt her press into me, her thin cotton barely a barrier between us as her skirt flowed around me.

“And just two nights ago,” she whispered, her hand inside my shirt as she slid back and forth against my hard cock, “I fucked my roommate’s boyfriend while she slept in the next room. I caught him during the night, walking naked to the kitchen, and I put a finger to his lips to keep him from talking. I knelt on the cold tile floor and he was hard in seconds. When I pulled him to the couch outside her room he looked frantically about, but still, I sat on top of him–just like this–and I guided his beautiful cock inside of me as I covered his mouth with one hand. I fucked him for ten minutes right there, while she lay sleeping four feet away, and I came so goddamned hard I almost passed out.”

“So, you see,” she said, moving so quickly and with such clarity that I was close to coming myself, “I don’t fuck my friends. I don’t need to fuck my friends. I don’t want to fuck my friends. There are a thousand other people that turn me on far more.”

“Please,” I moaned as I slid my hands under her skirt and grabbed her ass with both hands. My lips were against her neck and her shirt was undone to her navel. I kissed her between her breasts and practically lifted myself off the chair as I rubbed against her. I couldn’t remember the last time I wanted to fuck anyone as badly.

“Please what?” she moaned, pulling my hair as I bit her soft skin.

“Please tell me we’re not friends.”

-gny

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The Card

I finally felt like I was getting it. As I walked through the party, I was starting to see that there were really two parties going on at once. Maybe even more.

On the surface, it was a sex party. Strangers and friends, flirting and drinking and giggling and groping. Spanked bottoms and tits out and fun.

Below the surface were those in the Order. Smiling and watching. They kissed and played as well, but always above all else, they observed. They collected faces and secrets and oversaw the parties as a one would oversee a vineyard. Pruning, watering, ready to harvest what fruits came to bear at just the right moment.

It all made me so much more excited about the card in my bag. They had seen something in me. They had given me a glimpse of what was behind that secret red door I’ve heard about.

When I saw Matilda and her mysterious partner beckon me across the room, I tried not to smile like an idiot. They said nothing but led me down the hall into a part of the studio I was told we weren’t supposed to enter.

Matilda’s partner, the well-dressed gentleman with the salt and pepper hair and the purple tie, produced a key and opened a door. I was led into the room.

“I’ll have your card,” Matilda said, suddenly serious.

I fumbled in my purse, pretending for a moment I needed to find it, though I knew exactly where it was.

I handed it to her, and she looked it over, while also looking me over.

“That’s fine,” she said simply, handing it back to me.

She moved closer, looking carefully at me, in my eyes, at my lips, making me blush.

The other one, the man, came up next to her and with a steely look said directly, “it would be best to inspect her here.”

Matilda nodded.

I was in a pretty black babydoll dress with a white peter pan collar. I wasn’t expecting to play at the party, just people watch, still, I knew the rules. I knew if a member asked, I needed to let them inspect me. It was part of the initiation. It made me weak in the knees.

They both raised an eyebrow at my lack of immediate action. I stammered an apology and looked around, trying to figure out what I should do.

The little room they brought me into was an office. Not much more than some bookshelves and a desk. The nameless man took my arm and pushed me towards the desk.

“Do you submit to inspection, as per the conventions of petition?” he said roughly.

I nodded and then remembering, I turned to him and raised my head, showing him my neck.

“I submit to inspection,” I whispered.

I thought perhaps Matilda would do it. The thought made me excited. She was so beautiful and glamorous. Her partner was, perhaps, glamorous in his own way, but I didn’t know him. He was just a well-dressed stranger.

He spun me around and made quick work of the buttons of my dress. He didn’t take it off, but awkwardly pulled it down my shoulders and arms until my breasts were exposed. He undid my bra with the same speed and skill.

I was sort of bound by my dress, with my bra only undone and lifted up a bit, just enough to give him access.

He fondled me. I can’t think of another word. Just quick, objectifying groping. I saw Matilda smile as she leaned against the closed door and watched.

He made some slight grunt that sounded like he liked what he felt. His hands were all over, on my stomach, on my neck. He put his thumb on my chin and opened my mouth. He looked into it and then pushed two fingers in. I had to concentrate to stay still, to not choke as his thick fingers pressed my tongue, probing me for who knows what.

Then he was done with that and spun me around once more. He pushed me forward, and I steadied myself on the desk.

He pulled up my dress, pushing it over my ass, and then he once more groped me. More little sounds of appreciation. One little smack followed a squeezing of my inner thighs, one at a time.

I turned a little, seeing Matilda over my shoulder. She was watching intently, her eyes a little far away.

When he fingers moved between my legs, I squirmed a little, though I tried to fight the urge. He let out a somewhat annoyed sound and pushed me against the desk to hold me still.

A tug on my panties, then he pushed the crotch to the side. How had I gotten so wet?

Silence for a moment. My breathing sounding loud in the little room. Another positive grunt from the nameless man and then his fingers were spreading me open.

I whined then, a pathetic little whine. I don’t even know what I wanted, for him to stop, for him to fuck me? He pushed me down a bit, and I felt him shift. He was showing me to Matilda. Showing her how wet I was.

A little laugh from her and I nearly died.

Then his finger pushed into me, and before I could stop myself, I leaned down further and pushed back against his finger, aching for more.

He laughed then and took his finger out, stepping back, and whispering to Matilda.

“Fix yourself up and then go back to the party. We are through with you,” Matilda said with a frown on her red lips and a smile in her eyes.

The man laughed again and watched me awkwardly dress. As he watched, he casually licked his fingers.

Hey, long time no talk

I hope you're doing well and i just wanted to let you know

that I'm still here waiting for you and i miss you a lot.

Restoring The Smallest Clockwork

The Magic Number

“How many guys have you slept with?” I asked before taking off her bra.

She pulled the straps back up over her shoulders and sat down on the bed.  She leaned back on her elbows and smiled at me until I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know the answer. 

“Do you want to know before you fuck me, or after?”

I moved in between her legs and ran my hands up her thighs.  Her skin was soft and her legs were full of muscles that twitched under my fingers.  She looked stronger and prettier than I remembered. I undid the buttons on her jeans and she didn’t move at all as I slid them off her legs and onto the floor.  I pulled my shirt off over my head as she pressed her small foot against my hardening cock. 

She smiled as she watched me step out of my pants and opened her thighs invitingly.  She reached out with her foot again and touched me so gently I could barely feel it. With one hand she slid her panties to the side and I’m pretty sure I mumbled something stupid about how perfect she was.

It didn’t take me long to slide a condom on as I pulled her legs and body to the edge of the bed.  Her smile seemed to test me and I couldn’t wait.  I thrust into her with a moan and with one hand on the back of her neck I pulled her to me and kissed her hard.  I covered her lips and chin with my mouth as I fucked her and she clawed her nails down my back.  She reached one hand up and grabbed me by the hair as we pressed against each other until she had her mouth to my ear.

“Do you want to know now?” she whispered. I could barely think as I fucked her, but I mumbled yes before I kissed her again.

“Call me a whore,” she said more quietly.  “Call me a whore and I’ll tell you.”

“Tell me, you fucking whore,” I grunted into her ear.  “Tell me how many men have fucked you like this.  How many cocks have you had inside you?  How many times have you begged to be fucked?”

I could feel her tighten around me as she moaned into my ear.  She kissed me again and wouldn’t let me pull away. I grabbed her harder as I thrust into her and I asked her over and over again.

“Oh god,” she whispered just as she started to come.  “I’ve fucked seventy-three.  I’ve had seventy-three hard cocks inside me.”

I don’t know which one of us came harder, but I’m sure we both woke the neighbors and I know that I could barely see.  I kissed her over and over again and she held me tightly against her. Finally, I rolled over next to her on the bed and I took her hand in mine. 

“I completely fucking love you.”

–Guy New York

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